Author: Tamara Allen
On assignment in London, FBI Agent Morgan Nash finds himself moments away from a bullet through the heart when the case he’s working goes awry. But fate has other plans, he discovers when he wakes in a world far removed from his own.
At work cataloguing ancient manuscripts in the British Museum, Ezra Glacenbie inadvertently creates the magic that pulls Morgan out of the twenty-first century and into the nineteenth. It’s an impromptu vacation which may become permanent when the spellbook goes missing. Further upsetting Morgan’s search for a way home is the irresistible temptation to investigate the most notorious crime of the nineteenth century. But it’s the unexpected romance blossoming between Morgan and Ezra that becomes the most dangerous complication of all.
It’s my job to pull monsters like Jack of the street. Granted, I haven’t accomplished anything in this case…
You know why you haven’t accomplished anything, Morgan? Because you think that screwing your new boyfriend is much more important than catching Jack. And if you do try to catch him you don’t really get far because you IQ is just below room temperature. On a very cold day. In a cellar room. With a broken radiator. And you get constantly in the way of the police and are offended if they don’t drop everything and listen to the strange American with zero official power who yells incomprehensible things like ‘I know you don’t have DNA-testing but be careful anyway!’
So if you’re like me and this book caught your interest because of the Ripper connection: don’t. The research of the author can’t have gone far beyond reading the opening paragraph on Wikipedia. It isn’t really important for the plot that the murders Morgan is not investigating were committed by the Ripper. Any other real or made up case would have been the same.
Now that doesn’t mean that you should read this book for the characters. Or the romance. Or the time-travel element. Because they all suck as well.
Morgan is just an absolute jerk. And an idiot. He gets transported back in time and meets a guy there who says he is a psychic. Morgan’s reaction: people can’t talk to ghosts. He clearly must be a fraud and so I’ll just constantly give him hell for cheating grieving relatives out of their money. Because it’s not like anything happened recently that would make him question his views about what is or isn’t possible. Not to mention that the psychic is one of the people who brought him to this time and Morgan needs him to get back again. It’s a bad idea to annoy and insult the people you need. I had seriously expected that we’d get a ‘once a psychic drowned my goldfish’ sob-story to explain this extreme reaction but no. Morgan is just a self-righteous jerk AND a massive idiot. (Another proof of his massive idiocy is also that he can’t seem to remember that he shouldn’t throw around modern terminology and references to future events in public).
As a result of that, the romance doesn’t work either. I just never saw any chemistry between Morgan and Ezra. (And I know I have complained about the lack of chemistry in romances previously, but this one really doesn’t have any). Physical attraction: yes. Chemistry: no. Which makes Morgan’s change from ‘idiotic asshole who refuses to listen to anybody’ to ‘sap who can only mope when his Ezra isn’t around’. That was just too much. I’m all for ‘love shows the lone wolf that he doesn’t have to be so lonely’ stories but they only work for me if the lone wolf is still a decent person. I never got that from Morgan. As you might have noticed from the words I used to describe him so far…
And finally: the time-travel didn’t really make sense. And yes. It’s time-travel. It rarely does. But here we were supposed to believe that it wasn’t just a spell that transported Morgan back but…some higher being? That felt he had to do something? (What? Who knows!) And then…whatever. Something something who cares anyway?